Sometimes I think, I need a few days off from writing.
And then it’s 17 days later.
The grief has been weighing me down this month.
I have been quiet with this burden, so it has been coming
out in other ways.
I haven’t been sleeping well.
I’ve been forgetful.
Things are foggy.
I felt lighter in October.
Even through the bad days, I was still moving forward.
Maybe all of that daily self-reflection that was painful at
times was actually clearing my mind.
Maybe this is grief exhaustion. Is that even a term? Seems fitting though.
Time to regroup. Get
back to those things that help my soul.
Move forward again.
